Chapter 786 Decisive Battle (12)

The hypocrite Sophocle, with unknown abilities and unknown cards, is a rare brain faction among big devils who think with muscles. Although there are many records of shots, they have shown abilities of different natures. Too much messy and uncertain information is equal to No intelligence. ◎,

He obviously deliberately obscured his real information, and his real strength has been hidden in the shadows.

Judging from his past experience and personality, playing tricks and tricks is far more than a sword, more like a devil than a devil, and in contact with him at that time, it also proved that he was also an overly cautious and cunning existence.

In the Battle of Hades, according to the changes in the situation, he tore up the contract several times and repented without shame. When he found out that the situation was not good, he had no integrity in paddling the whole way, and finally bowed his head shamelessly. If rumors of these deeds spread, it can be said that It's a disgrace to the Lord God.

The same is true in the Principality of Sarah. Even if he opened the gate of the abyss, he only sent his subordinates to carefully test it. After finding that we were on the opposite side, he gave up the plan of forcibly descending without hesitation, even though he never gave up.

Being resourceful, calculating, and cautious is the way to survive, but it is not suitable for a leader to be a domineering way, and it is not in line with his status at the top of the world.

It can be said that among all the main gods of the abyss, the hypocrite Sophocle is the last one, no matter in terms of reputation or strength, he is not favored by the world.

But being able to live until now does not prove that his path may not be wrong.

At this moment, I couldn't see him through.

The hero's armor of light did not have the slightest holy light. The pitch-black demon in gorgeous armor spread his wings, and the bat wings spread hundreds of meters away, but it was not a strong wind.

Those wings are gathering light.

All the light is moving closer together, each light particle is captured by the black wing, or in other words, all the brilliance is being swallowed by it.

The black bat wings are fully unfolded, covering the entire sky, and all the brilliance gathers and fades on it, making it look like an angel. Under the reflection of the brilliance, the originally ferocious face turned calm.

It was only at this time that I could see his face clearly at this time, and all the places where the five sense organs should have been melted away. The Faceless Ones in pitch blackness are transformed into shadows that devour light.

Under the cover of brilliance, Sophocle's face at this time was like a distorted black hole, blurred for a while, and the wings of light and wings of darkness overlapped. Surrounding the multi-winged demon king, there were actually hymns faintly, and the black horns were wrapped with the magic patterns of crosses.

The great demon descended from the sky, accompanied by night and light at the same time. This strange sense of sacredness and ritual makes it more like an angel than a demon.

This is definitely not the ability that a great demon should possess, let alone what that armor can do. On the contrary, that gorgeous armor is instead covering up and suppressing his true posture.

I have a vague feeling that the Sophocle in this matter is his real face. The existence of light and darkness intertwined.

But what puzzled me the most was the posture he put on, the attitude of desperately fighting me at all costs.

"Desperately trying to help Danatis? This is absolutely impossible. What is he doing for?"

Today's battlefield has attracted too much attention, and Sophocle has exposed his strength without hesitation, which is completely inconsistent with his usual personality.

Originally, we chose opponents based on the difference in our own strengths. The strongest Titan took care of Danatis, and I faced Sophokri, who should lack the will to fight. But at this time, he had no intention of communicating at all, and he assumed the form of fighting with all his strength, as if I was out of luck again.

But Sophocles would not give me a chance to doubt. At this time, even if he suppressed the doubts in his heart, he could only fight hard——

While the battlefield on the western front was gradually upgraded to an epic mythical battlefield as the battle progressed, it was impossible for the war on the eastern front to stop.

A fetid monsoon blows across the mountains. Large swathes of dark clouds gathered together, violent wind and rain fell unnaturally, and the dawn sun pierced through this evil sky.

It seems that the heavy rain has been prepared for a long time,

The priests of the southern sect raised the lights of salvation one by one, and where the lights shrouded, the rain of evil could not fall.

The dark clouds were dispersed by the light, and in the thickest dark clouds, men's curses and cries of pain could be faintly heard.

But above the dark clouds, the cruel dragon battle is also going on.

Yes, dragon battle, a dragon battle where one is worth a hundred.

In the sky, the angry king of tyranny rolled himself into a ball, and the two huge faucets could not stop swallowing flames and ice, and the scattered flames instantly evaporated the water of the long river here, and the ensuing hell explosion , turning it into a desert and scorching hell in an instant.

But at this time, the mighty devil lord encountered the biggest crisis in his life.

Hundreds of ancient dragons are besieging this "dragon's rebellion and shame", "the living black history of the dragon".

The red dragon is flying at high speed and spewing flames, and the bronze dragon jumped onto the back of Salweinstein, tearing its dragon scales with its innate hard minions, and even the weak and stupid green dragons and white dragons grew into ancient dragons. After that, it is also an extremely terrifying war beast.

Dragon's Breath and Dragon's Might became the least valuable things on the battlefield. The magic resistance of both sides was astonishingly high, but their spellcasting ability was mediocre. As a result, the battle of giant dragons easily turned into a bloody biting air battle. .

At this time, it is to compare whose skin is thicker and whose minions are sharper. Obviously, in this respect, Salweinstein is amazingly powerful.

Giant dragons can't stop falling from mid-air, and there are also giant dragons rising from the ground. With the joint efforts of the three major dragon cities, today's dragon army doesn't need to worry about the lack of follow-up. Enough to see.

But today's protagonist does not belong to that legendary Dragon City.

The translucent Night Wings danced in the sky, but the popular body was shrouded in a cloud of black mist, only the scarlet pupils shone with a strange brilliance.

The dragon of death, the dragon of Hades, the dragon of death.

The messengers of the underworld did not reveal their appearance, and the mist covering the dragon's body was also a kind of protection for others.

After all, as the incarnation of death, it is already an instinct for them to spread death. If the weak life on the main plane sees their real bodies or is watched by their eyes, they may die directly.

The bloody battle in the underworld was staged again that day. Amidst the siege of other dragons, the underworld dragons flew in circles at high speed and carried out skillful siege.

Surrounding the powerful "devil lord", they lowered their heads and breathed out attacks from time to time. They didn't need to participate in hand-to-hand combat at all. The breath of the dead breath was more dangerous and deadly than any existing dragon's breath.

The physical resistance and magic resistance that the dragon race is proud of are meaningless in the face of the death breath of the underworld.

Every time he was spit out by the ghost dragon, Salwinstein didn't care about it because he had just started the war. He hadn't seen through the characteristics of the ghost dragon, but it didn't prevent him from finding out that the situation was wrong. Every time he breathed out, he was getting closer to the end of his life .

Salweinstein was tired, exhausted, memories of repeated defeats in recent years emerged in his mind, and inexplicable fear lingered in his heart.

"Will I just be grinded to death by this group of low-level lizards?"

He wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape under the siege of the giant dragons.

But the familiar power fluctuations in the west made him wish he could rush to the western front battlefield immediately. (To be continued.)

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